Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- [laughing] Okay. - [laughs]

at you without laughing.

[indistinct chatter]

Uh, do you hear yourself? I'm trying to talk to you.

No, no, no, I, like, almost can't even look

between pregnant and non-pregnant patients--

Why can't we get through a first date?

19 of us live here if you count me.

We had to divide each bedroom into three smaller ones.

- No, another round! - No, you're cut off.

have been transported to Grey Sloan.

- Uh, but? - [sighs]

[sighs] SOS received.

Larsson, Wiggins, you're rapid intervention.

Alexa, turn on the lights.

We reconnected when I took this job,

Bacon makes everything better, right?

Hey, hey, listen, I need to speak to you.

I just work here.

Think you can mix things up a bit, Ruiz?

and you can tell him exactly how many guys

I was going to call it. - Yeah, but you didn't.

[horn honking, siren wails]

Well, that is not my fault.

- 14 and 37. - Thank you so much, gentlemen.

We need to cut vent holes on both sides of the ridge.

The fire is about to burst through that wall any second.

- Okay, both of you-- - No, I am pro-union!

with Mike freakin' Tyson!

It's nice to see you. What--what brings you here?

Well, you just have to take my word for it.

We are literally going on, like, hour 17.

and our exit's blocked by fire.

Uh, I'll take a Bloody Mary, and she'll have a white wine.

Sending Klyne and Cutler to you now.

Fire attack, what's your status?

much less a woman of color who kicks ass.

Come on, we got to go. We got to go.

I can just fight fires, save lives,

[cell phone chimes]

Taylor, come here.

♪ Someday when your head is much lighter ♪